A/N: Harry/Ginny, hope you like it......meant to be a one shot, but if you like it, i could continue it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing pertaining to harry potter, everything except the premise for this story belongs to the illustrious JK Rowling. I also claim no rights to the lyrics from the song "Losing Lisa" by the wonderful Ben Folds.

The lights are off again, she took me by surprise. She's so sensitive, and shit just happens sometimes. She's my everything, she's my best friend and more. We don't do anything we didn't the day before you go....you ought to know, I didn't mean to hurt you, I just wanted you to know....

Black tears are falling down her face, and I am wrong

Black tears are falling down her face, and she wont say what I've done

She's sitting here beside me, and she is gone

Black tears are falling, falling.

Remember long ago? Together, laughing, loving.

Oh, so long ago, when we were buying something

Life was simple then

But she's not happy now and I,

I don't feel anything

Her lips are moving,

I am mesmerized

By tiny lies

I'm watching as the shapes are drawing slowly from her eyes

Black tears are falling down her face, and I am wrong

Black tears are falling down her face, and she wont say what I've done

She's sitting here beside me, and she is gone

Black tears are falling, falling.

Black tears are falling, falling

Losing Her,

Losing Her

Losing Her and there's nothing I can do......

He watched her huddled form on the couch...the slow rise and fall of her breathing. Her angelic face was impassive in sleep. It was the only time he ever saw her happy. Her red hair was rumpled under her cheek, and it fluttered every time she breathed, like a flock of skittish red birds. Her hands were clasped together and her legs were pulled underneath her. Harry could remember clearly years before, when he had been so deeply in love with her. He could see her radiant face in his mind, her golden skin, speckled with a small smattering of freckles across the nose, her hair smooth and beautiful, framing her lovely face, her blue eyes, sweet as twin robin's eggs. She was smiling at him, in his mind, her soul shining along with her perfect teeth. His gaze shifted from inwards to outwards, and he saw the same lovely woman lying on the couch, and her eyes were open now. Her lovely, sweet blue eyes, but they were sad, and her fiery hair was limp around her pale face. The same woman, yet with more cares, and more sorrow. She sat up, and smiled softly at Harry. He sat next to her on the couch and put his arm around her. She looked at him with her sad eyes and said ever so softly, so that he was unsure she had even spoken "Hi." He put one of her hands in his and whispered back "hi, how are you doing?" a solitary tear trickled out of the corner of her eye and shivered down her cheek. "Ok." She answered. And she leaned into him.

How could she have changed so much? He asked himself. What could he have done to keep her with him? For he knew that she was slipping away from him, quietly, gradually, like a rain cloud slowly retreating into the distance. He smoothed his fingers through her hair, and let himself sink into her pool of sorrow along with her.

He left her there on the couch when the dawn light came through his window, waking him. He shut the door quietly behind him, and went to work.

He drove up to the house, went up the front porch steps. He came through the front door. He saw her on the floor. He felt weak, diminished, feather-light, like the softest breeze could pick him up and carry him along on its crest. His heart had stopped beating and was somewhere else entirely than it should be. He was paralyzed with cold. She was in the dark, all alone. He went to her, and she was cold, and crying, and still. No matter how he shook her, she wouldn't move. And he picked her up in his arms, and tears continued to squeeze out of the corners of her closed eyes. He was afraid, his heart pounding, back in his chest. He was freezing his heart deliberately, to ease the pain. Putting his pain on ice, to examine later. He took her in his arms, and held her, and he knew she was leaving fast. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't leave her. He couldn't stay, or she would leave him forever.

He saw the bottle of pills on the table, and he was paralyzed all over again. His brain seemed to shatter, and prisms of light fell past his eyes. He felt as if he had been hit in the stomach. He laid her on the couch, and called someone, he couldn't quite be sure of who it was. But they were there a minute later, and it was Mrs. Weasley, screaming and screaming, and calling paramedics, and healers, and clutching her daughter's cold hands, "Ginny, Ginny...how could we have let it get this far? Ginny." And Harry was lying on the freezing floor, his hair all over his white face, his hands clammy. And all he could see was her face, white, her freckles standing out starkly, and her hair fanned out around her on the floor. And then it was dark, and he couldn't see anything at all.

A/n: do you want me to continue it?? Or not??? I don't know what I am going to do. R&R please.